A gay story: I Surprise Myself
Everyone in this story is over 18. Like with all my stories, I welcome positive, constructive feedback. If anyone wants to rewrite any of my stories, please feel free, I would love to read them or better yet, watch them if ever made into videos.
This story includes sneaker fetish and gay male content, if this is not your thing, feel free to find another story to read and comment on.
About 3 months ago, I started to go to the flea market a few blocks from my house. I was looking for something new to do when I was bored, and I found they had several shops I liked to browse. They had a booth selling coins, a booth selling 2nd hand tools, a booth selling handmade wood items, and a few others.
It was probably my third or fourth visit when I wandered into a booth that was on the eclectic side. They had household gadgets; 2nd hand clothing including a large selection of 2nd hand sneakers. I was browsing through the booth when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a pair of sneakers walking by that caught my attention.
I noticed them since they were not a common pair to see people wearing. From where I was, I could only see the person from the knees down below some displays. They had a pair of jeans, and the sneakers were a pair of Converse Run Star Motion.
I wanted to see what the person wearing them looked like and hoped it was going to be a great-looking woman. I slowly worked my way over and when I rounded the corner, I was disappointed to find it was a thin guy, with bleached blonde hair and looked a little on the feminine side.
I still wanted to get a better look at the Converse, so I loitered a little while and I then noticed the guy was wearing black fingernail polish. I thought that odd but focused on the Converse as his feet moved around.
After a minute or so of loitering near him, I went on with strolling the rest of the booth and the flea market.
I kept thinking about those Converse on him after I left and a few days later I went back to the flea market and made it a point of visiting that booth again. I kept my eyes down and kept hoping for those Converse to come into view again.
After wandering the booth, I decided to check out the 2nd hand sneakers they had and as I was looking through to see if there were any unique ones to add to my collection I saw movement to my left. I looked up and on the other side of the display was the guy.
I worked my way around looking at the sneakers as I went until I was able to see his feet. He was not wearing Converse, but he was wearing a pair of Superga Cotu in navy blue. He was wearing jeans again and the sneakers worked well with them, and I admired how they looked on his feet.
I was not sure why his sneakers were having this effect on me, as I typically only enjoy seeing them on the feet of women. I covertly looked at his sneakers for a while and how they moved on his feet, then worked my way out of the booth and walked the flea market.
I went home and was thinking about his Converse and now Superga and I started to plan a return trip to see if he might wear any other sneakers that I liked. I waited three days before the urge drove me to return. I went directly to the booth and directly to the sneaker section. I started to browse through and pick up several ladies’ sneakers until I noticed him walk up to the display.
He went through the display straightening out the sneakers and making sure they were paired. I discreetly worked my way around the display until his feet came into view. He was wearing jeans again and this time he was wearing a pair of Superga Cotu in white. They had some wear and tear on them, so they were not pure white at this point. I watched as he moved, and they flexed on his feet.
I was getting ready to leave when I heard, “Can I help you find a specific sneaker?”
I was going to ignore him and walk away, but I stopped and turned around, I looked at him and said, “I was just browsing, not looking for anything specific.”
I glanced down at his Superga then back up and said, “I guess I will check back in a few days.”
I went to turn around and I heard him say, “Let me show you some I put aside for myself, but if you like, you could buy them.”
I looked at him and for some reason, I wanted to see what he wanted to show me.
I smiled, “Ok, let’s see what you have.”
He turned and walked away, and I followed him to the register area. Once there he pulled a small box out from under the counter, he first pulled out a pair of white Converse Move, then reached back in the box and pulled out a pair of all-white Converse All-Star Lugged.
I imagined seeing him wearing them and was getting hard thinking about it. I was not sure why it was happening, so I decided to leave since I was starting to feel uncomfortable with the situation. I looked up at him and said, “I think you should get them.”
He smiled and asked, “So you don’t want them then?”
I shook my head no and said, “Nah, I think you should get them if you like them.”
He smiled and said, “Ok, just thought I would offer. I’ll tell you what. Will you be around for another hour?”
I looked at him and wasn’t sure what the point was and asked, “Why?”
He shrugged, “I will close the booth up and can show you a few I have in my car.”
I don’t know why I wanted to see what he was offering to show me, and I couldn’t believe I was saying it as I did, but I said, “Sure, I can be back here in an hour.”
He smiled and I walked away. I decided to go grab a snack and cup of coffee in the food court, then after about an hour I walked back to the booth. I was surprised to see he had changed into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt and he was now wearing a pair of SeaVees Legend Pride.
He motioned for me to follow him and I looked at his sneakers as he walked away. I started to think that the rainbow colors on the soles looked nice and the sneakers looked good on his feet as he walked.
I followed him out to the parking lot and eventually to his car. When we got to his car, he opened the back door and got on his hands and knees in the back seat as he looked around on the floor. My eyes went to the soles of his sneakers as they moved around, and then his ass as he moved it around. My cock started to grow in my shorts as I was thinking about how much I would want to fuck a girl in the same position he was in while she had those sneakers on her feet.
He backed out of the car and turned around with a pair of SeaVees Hawthorne Pride slip-on sneakers in his hand. He showed me the soles and sides and said, “I like wearing these and I think they look good on me.”
I looked at the sneakers as he moved them in his hands about waist level and showed them to me. I noticed that as he moved them around, they would hit his groin area from time to time and I was thinking about rubbing those sneakers on my hardening cock, which only made my cock get harder.
I looked over his shoulder and into the distance to try to take my mind off the sneakers and how hard my cock was getting. I was listening to him as he talked about how he likes to wear them and the outfits he wears with them, but it was in the distance as I tried to keep from getting too horny.